Cashews, when placed as a constituent ingredient upon a prepared salad that was purchased from well-known midlevel retailer Target by my lovely bride Miss Reba, will absorb moisture from said salad; and when said salad is taken out of an insulated cloth lunchbox and placed on a flat surface, such as a desktop, to be eaten, upon opening the lid of the small plastic tray, said cashews will look for all the world like the plump, tender larvae of some obscure tropical caterpillar.
They do, however, still taste pretty much like cashews.
If a bit on the soft, squishy side.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at February 1, 2006 12:45 PMEwwww.
Posted by: skinnydan at February 1, 2006 02:06 PMYou ain't kiddin', brother.
Remind me to fix you up with some boiled peanuts when you get down this way.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 1, 2006 02:53 PMHmm. With any luck, they won't be kosher.
One can hope, anyway.
Posted by: skinnydan at February 1, 2006 03:34 PMRabbi Buford says they are, as long as no one mixes up the pot that they boil the chitlins in with the one that they boil the peanuts in.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 1, 2006 03:42 PMRemind me again where Rabbi B got his ordination from?
Posted by: skinnydan at February 2, 2006 07:51 AMBig Eli Baumgartner's Yeshiva and Tackle Shop, Rt 5, Godly Hollow, AL.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 2, 2006 08:17 AM